However, Young Davis had already exhausted his strength by the end of the massacre, struggling through the forces, formations, Emperor Ruth, and even Isabella.
"Both of you.... stop!"
Isabella cried out with guilt encasing her soul for the ninth time as she stood in front of her father. Her eyes were full of tears as she didn't expect such a thing to happen at all, much less Young Davis going berserk, almost killing her father in the process as he cut off his arm when he virtually targeted his head.
Only then did she take action to stop him, but it was already too late. Her imperial father was alive, but most of her half-siblings were dead, their corpses cut into many pieces on the hallways of the Imperial Palace.
"Move...!"
